Sunday (School)
Sunday (School?)
Day 7
A nice day to drown out the chatter and sound bite practice by cranking up the Ipod.
Our bus/homework assignment this morning was to write a 45 second speech and deliver it to the group as we rolled through the hills towards DC. 44 speeches at 45 seconds each. How weird is that. Speed Speaking.
Tonight, I’m enjoying the quiet of my room, at last. It’s about 10:30 pm and someone has slipped tomorrow’s event schedule under my door. How does one stage-manage a filibuster? 56 speakers, 3 musical acts and a “reaffirmation of vows” for the newlyweds. Holy Mother of Matrimony.
I’m scheduled at number 47 or something, which under any normal circumstances would indicate a mid-morning room service opportunity. However, the schedule also shows the first site security shift starting at 5 am. A gathering of the true believers will convene to supervise the evaporation of the DC Park Service dew. I mentally make a note to try.
One thing I have realized about myself on this trip is that it isn’t so much a matter that I don’t take direction well, as it is that I just don’t retain direction well. I never did get the tee-shirt-of-the-day-drill down.
The event will be whatever it shall be. The National Park Service has done its usual passive-aggressive act with the site approval. Safely out of sight for the tourists out for their holiday Mall stroll. Nothing new to these jaundiced eyes. But it doesn’t really matter. That was then, this is CSPAN. All the rules have changed, thus sayeth the newly crowned queen of the blog-dykes.
It is still a little “then” however. Like 1978. Something’s right around the corner.
It will be interesting to see who will show up. HRC has been doing its usual dance avoiding any real commitment…after all, we are just a ragged band of newlyweds and allies. Not much of an income generating opportunity there. Everyone seems to be upset that Barney Frank has waffled, like this is new behavior or something. I say, let Barney be Barney. We’ll miss them all so.
The Love Warriors are elated to be here. 44 souls speaking truth before authority in 45 seconds or less.
Day 7
A nice day to drown out the chatter and sound bite practice by cranking up the Ipod.
Our bus/homework assignment this morning was to write a 45 second speech and deliver it to the group as we rolled through the hills towards DC. 44 speeches at 45 seconds each. How weird is that. Speed Speaking.
Tonight, I’m enjoying the quiet of my room, at last. It’s about 10:30 pm and someone has slipped tomorrow’s event schedule under my door. How does one stage-manage a filibuster? 56 speakers, 3 musical acts and a “reaffirmation of vows” for the newlyweds. Holy Mother of Matrimony.
I’m scheduled at number 47 or something, which under any normal circumstances would indicate a mid-morning room service opportunity. However, the schedule also shows the first site security shift starting at 5 am. A gathering of the true believers will convene to supervise the evaporation of the DC Park Service dew. I mentally make a note to try.
One thing I have realized about myself on this trip is that it isn’t so much a matter that I don’t take direction well, as it is that I just don’t retain direction well. I never did get the tee-shirt-of-the-day-drill down.
The event will be whatever it shall be. The National Park Service has done its usual passive-aggressive act with the site approval. Safely out of sight for the tourists out for their holiday Mall stroll. Nothing new to these jaundiced eyes. But it doesn’t really matter. That was then, this is CSPAN. All the rules have changed, thus sayeth the newly crowned queen of the blog-dykes.
It is still a little “then” however. Like 1978. Something’s right around the corner.
It will be interesting to see who will show up. HRC has been doing its usual dance avoiding any real commitment…after all, we are just a ragged band of newlyweds and allies. Not much of an income generating opportunity there. Everyone seems to be upset that Barney Frank has waffled, like this is new behavior or something. I say, let Barney be Barney. We’ll miss them all so.
The Love Warriors are elated to be here. 44 souls speaking truth before authority in 45 seconds or less.
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